I'm really sorry for the late update! I have everything for this story planned out, I just don't really know how to write it in words XD A new chapter should be coming soon though! *I hope so, because this is a little short*


*Seeing is Decieving*

Chapter 1: Curious


The afternoon sun shone bright on the sleeping Kuruta's face, stirring him awake. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, still dazed with sleep. The young blond lay on his back, one hand beneath his head, staring at the low ceiling as memories of last night returned. He smiled, remembering his first glimpse of the main village. His heart filling with longing and excitement, only to be quickly replaced with a deep sadness as he recalled his confrontation with his mother later that night. He clenched his hand into the cotton white shirt on his chest. 'I know she just wants to keep me safe, but I am not a child anymore!' Kurapika thought, his blond brows furrowing.

He stood up and made his way over to the large window to open the shutters. Closing his eyes, Kurapika sighed as he heard the forest and grass rustling around him and felt the wind gently comb through his golden locks causing his earing to sway gently.

He glanced at the handmade antique on the wall to see that it was nearing 4:00 and remembered that he'd gone to bed without hungry. A loud grumble coming from his stomach testified to that. He rubbed his stomach as he made his way to the kitchen in his little home. He didn't have to fear running into his mother, at this time she's usually with his aunt having a cup of tea. 'Probably informing her of what Pairo and I had been up to last night', he thought anxiously, as he ate some home-baked bread and some fresh fruit.

He thought about his little village, beautiful and peaceful. He thought of his family, his mother, and the village Elder. Kurapika felt guilty, knowing how lucky he was to live in a place where he had everything he needed. He had a home, a family, and he lived comfortably. He knew he was loved, but lately it had felt smothering and suffocating. He felt trapped. Like a bird begging to be set free. He wanted to be free to explore and discover and live his wildest ideas that he could only imagine. With a shaky exhale he returned to his room and sat on the window pane, legs dangling.

He sighed and looked out towards the horizon and saw that the sun had begun to make its descent into the sea, remembering that the days were getting shorter and the nights longer. The sky was painted golden and pink, tinted with a scarlet hue. A smile graced Kurapika's lips. No matter how many times he saw this sight, it was just as beautiful as the last. 'There', he thought, staring at the rose stained sea, 'that's where I want to be. What I want to see. And I want to go beyond even that.'

His heart ached with bitterness and longing. He angrily wiped away the frustrated tears that gathered in his eyes as he remembered his promise to his mother. His promise to never go out there again, out of this cage; where it was dangerous for his clansmen. Out there, beyond this haven, his clansmen weren't seen as human, weren't seen as people. To outsiders, the Kuruta were nothing more than possessions or feared as monsters for their peculiar eyes.

He focused back on the horizon when suddenly movement caught his eye. He squinted to see a shape emerging. His eyes widened as he processed what he was seeing. A ship was nearing the shore of the island.

Kurapika had never seen a ship before, much less boarded one. He's only ever read about them in books. Tales of adventure and freedom sparked a longing to explore, to fulfill the dreams he could only imagine. Curiosity enveloped the young dreamer. 'I've always wanted to see one, a little peek can't hurt' ,he thought as he raced out the door, a joyous and bright grin lighting up his face. 'Just a little peek'

Evening came to find a large ship nearing the shore of the island. A large spider symbol writhed on the blowing sails, looking eerily alive and unsettling in the moonlight.

The night was quiet as the leader of this ship, Kuroro Lucifer, lay with both hands beneath his head in the hammock. His face was illuminated by a trail of moonlight that trickled through the narrow window in his cramped cabin. The snores of his fellow voyagers drifted through the thin walls as he lightly swayed from side to side with the gentle waves.

Like most nights, Kuroro lay awake, unable to sleep like the rest of them. He didn't mind though, instead preferring to call insomnia an 'old friend' when Machi had shown concern. He actually preferred it this way, lying awake in the peaceful night, thinking or reading, instead of the rare nights he did collapse from utter exhaustion. Those rare nights he woke in a cold sweat with tears running down his face, confused and wary. He could never recall what put him, the fearless young leader, in such a state. It was irritating and unsettling. No matter how much he pondered and concentrated, he could never remember.

He took a deep breath a closed his eyes, pondering over the passage he had read earlier. He thought of eyes of such a fiery scarlet, and was curious as to what they would be like up close, in person. 'I want those eyes'. The main reason that they had come to this island was to obtain these beautiful treasures.

His dark eyes opened as he felt the ship enter shallow water. A small smile adorned his youthful and handsome features, eyes widening in excitement as the ship banked on the shore. 'I want those eyes'


I hope you like it, and again I'm sorry for the late update :)